Al Stewart - In Brooklyn

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Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology
She said as she stepped on my instep
I could show you New York with a walk between Fourth Street and Nine
Then out of her coat taking seven harmonicas
She sat down to play on a doorstep
Saying Come back to my place I will show you the stars and the signs
So I followed her into the black lands
Where the window frames peel and flake
And the old Jewish face behind the lace
Even now trying to get to see what s cooking
Just John the Baptist in the park getting laid thinking there s no-one looking
And its eighty degrees and I m down on my knees in Brooklyn

Her house was a dusty collection of rusty
Confusion with landings and tunnels
And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and things
Where twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Manhattan Mohicans
And Jewish-Italian Pawnbrokers
Lead their theatrical lives in their rooms in the wings
While outside in the black lands
The violent day runs wild
And the black and white minstrels run through the crazy
Alleys while the cops go booking
And ruthless toothless agents sneak around and there s no-one looking
And it s eighty degrees and I m down on my knees in Brooklyn

And oh, I m back in the city again
You can tell by the smell of the hamburger stand in the rain

She spoke of astrology while muttering apologies
For coffee that tasted of hot dogs
I said That s OK, mine was cold anyway, and just grand
Then she lay on the bed while the radio fed
Us with records and adverts for cat food
And I looked at her, holding my thoughts in the palm of my hand
And outside in the black lands
The evening came and went
And the bums in the street begging money for one last drink
Are hanging round the liquor stores trying to get a foot in
And the girl from Pittsburgh and I made love on a mattress with the new moon looking
And in the cool evening breeze I was down on my knees in Brooklyn

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  • Elvaston place
  • The one that got away
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  • Mixed blessing
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  • Losowe utwory

    Nunca dejarte ir

    Por una caricia de tus manos
    Por un solo beso de tus labios
    Por morder tu fruta prohibida
    Lo que me pidieras te daria.

    Quisiera quedarme en tu cuerpo
    Saber todos tus secretos
    Llevarte hasta el mundo de tus sueños
    Quiero, fundirme en tu piel
    Amarte sin fin
    Vivir y morir solo por ti,
    Vestirte de amor , llenarte de...

    Rien ne me changera

    Je n ai pas vu de soleil comme on voit dans les livres
    Ni perdu le sommeil à bord d un bateau ivre
    Moi qui n ai pas connu de secrets trop lourds
    J attends tout de la vie
    J attends tout de l amour

    Pleasure and pain

    I m leaving here on the morning train and I ll never see this world again.

    Oh- I ve felt pleasure and I ve felt pain.
    And I know now that I can never be the same.

    How I wonder why the world can be so cold.
    And if only good die young, then...

    Musisz wierzyć

    Dzisiaj zgubie się
    W Twoich smutnych oczach
    Wszyscy niech, obrażą teraz się
    Skreślono dawno nas
    Jesteśmy już straceni
    Cały świat zniknie nagle nam

    Musisz wierzyć,
    Że to może się zdarzyć,
    Bo przecież
    Gdzieś tam jest, ktoś kto też w to wierzy
    On Cię wybrał,
    Dawno temu wymyślił Cię sobie
    I...

    Life is life

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    Nanananana
    Nanananana
    Nanananana
    Are you ready to Party

    Life Nanananana
    Life is life Nanananana
    labadabdabdab life Nanananana
    Life is life Nanananana

    When we all give the power
    We all...